Monday, December 10, 2018

Twin Peaks


Twin peaks
sunrise.

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2017


Snowy day
with a bump.

2016


The mountain peak
caresses a single,
purple cloud

2015

A crumpled napkin takes the form
of a standing ghost,
waiting for who knows what.

2014


This morning, the clouds were amazing.
I caught what looks like a fish-head,
jumping over the mountain.

Sunday, December 9, 2018

Lonely Tree


A misty morning
leaves a lonely tree
to stand out.

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2017

Morning sun lights
the tree's trinket.

2016


Golden peach light
lives beyond
the mountain top.

2015


Does the Constitution insure the right to a gun? 
In a word, no.

to explore this truth.
2014


A single rose stands
along a wooden fence.

Saturday, December 8, 2018

Spring for Winter

Spring flowers
for winter.

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2017


Colorful trees
roam around the
shallow marsh.

2016

Christmas is celebrated on the 25
for celestial reasons.
It was the first day
the sun was seen,
moving in the new
direction.

Sun and Moon
move the Heavens.

2015

The last colors
of the last flowers
of the season.

2014


There are no more beautiful hues than blue and orange.

Friday, December 7, 2018

Hidden Distance


The hidden peak
stretches into
the distance.

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2017

The bee flies by.

2016


Like Aladdin's Lamp,
the sky puffs
magical, morning light.

2015


Just the right amount of light, dark and shape
to launch the eye into
the infinite sky.

Racial ID

2014


I caught this family of ducks
crossing a lush canal.

Thursday, December 6, 2018

Sun-Tipped


Sun-tipped
mountain tops.

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2017

Fuzzy focus
of purple light
balances the
sunflower's color.

2016

The purple flower
pokes at the
camera's focus.

2015


Seasons change,
one overwhelming
the other.

2014


Wealth is controlling space 
for the sole purpose of providing 
personal, peaceful, privacy. 

Poverty is crowed 
and loud.

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Rolling Form


Clouds roll
towards the horizon.

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2017


Morning light
gives a golden hue
the to plushy clouds.

2016

The crescent moon
caps the peak
of the mountain top.

2015


The beautiful promise
of each morning.

2014
Dreary Day


There is a solemn beauty in winter.

When the energy of life is limited by the weather,
we have the opportunity to
reflect and consider
our inner world.

Tuesday, December 4, 2018

Fence Line


Sunlit
fence line.

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2017

Like a white crown,
rising above the mess,
the flower stands.

2016


Lines of orange
fan across
the morning sky.

2015

Envy is so very
human.

2014


A beautiful sunrise
sets the day


off on the right foot.

Monday, December 3, 2018

So Good Together


Yellow and green
are so good together.

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2017


Cold mornings
leave clouds
soft and spongy.

2016

Focused lines
of the
goalie's net
fills the mind.

2015

Nature's fractal design
defines the harmony
of shape.

2014

I walked passed this and thought:

What a strange thing...
to fence a fence.

Sunday, December 2, 2018

Cloud Ribbon


Cloud ribbon
runs across
the mountain.

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2017


Golden clouds
warm the
morning sky.

2016


Magical clouds
cling to
mountain peaks.

2015

The lines of light and form
connect in layers and seams,
creating a harmony
of depth and shadow.

2014

Tar Creature

This bit of road tar
looks like something


washed up from the deep.

Saturday, December 1, 2018

Winter Sunrise


Golden sky.
Snow covered
mountain range.

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2017

Frozen roses
still grow
late into the season.

2016

I simply love taking pictures
where clouds become fire.

2015


Layers of clouds
created stark
difference in color.

2014

My Mother's Present



Comparing these images illustrates how light interacts with this work. To truly know it is to be in its presence. It moves. It shimmers. My unique style of pencil, acrylic, and gel-texture was born of a long history. This is my first public display of the technique. It is a gift for my mother's birthday. I call it, 'A life well lived.' The symbols representing the light, form words, ideas, and memories from our lives together. It is as much an emotional tribute to her presence in my life as well as a journal of that territory. As with my father, my mother is the light of my life.